Mine, mimes the black cat putting
out his paw to her darkness.
Let’s walk in the wood, black eyes imply,
the scent of shadows rising from him.
The snow, the city, the night dissolves.
Mornings to come he will purr to her face.
She hears a word of fur and thinks it’s love.
Nights, he will slip out like wind thru the grass.
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